The studio felt different when Grace walked in.
Kael was already there, guitar across his knee, not playing anything — just sitting, the particular stillness of someone who'd been waiting and hadn't decided what to do with the waiting.
The studio felt different when Grace walked in.
Kael was already there, guitar across his knee, not playing anything — just sitting, the particular stillness of someone who'd been waiting and hadn't decided what to do with the waiting.
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